Ted, for some reason, laughed too. He hushed them both quickly. “Shh, she might still be looking for me!”
“So what if she finds us?” Ryan’s hand settled on Ted’s hip.
Ted tensed.
Ryan leaned closer, his breath like whiskey from their earlier shots, hot on Ted’s ear. “She’ll just think we hid in here to make out. Adds credence to the whole engagement thing. It has to look real,right?”
Ted’s throat constricted, but he managed to squeeze out. “I suppose.”
Ryan’s other hand gripped Ted’s lapel. Ryan said, “Sorry, trying to find you so I don’t step on you.”
Ted cleared his throat, but it still felt tight. A sudden sense of panic that had nothing to do with claustrophobia seized his insides. “I can’t believe I’m hiding like a child…”
“I can.” Ryan laughed again, puffs of air against Ted’s cheek. “She looked intense.”